Chapter 65: Taxes Only Within Machine Gun Range! Chapter 63: Negotiations Break Down

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

While Milton led his men to storm the checkpoint, kill and loot, and depart in triumph, the people on the Mexico side remained completely unaware.

After all terms were negotiated last night and the cooperation agreement was signed, Raoul and Varta held an even more private breakfast meeting this morning.

The two ate by a small lake, with their respective armed forces standing not far behind them; both sides had armored vehicles equipped with machine guns, looking extremely intimidating.

As for the truck carrying important "medical supplies," Station Chief Varta arranged for Carlos to handle the handover, and Raoul also sent two subordinates he wanted to promote to complete this important exchange.

"Your men's efficiency is terrible," Varta said slowly, spearing a piece of bacon on his plate. "What time is it now, and you still haven't driven your car over?"

Raoul also made a joke: "Maybe Carlos's efficiency is just bad, and he still hasn't finished the paperwork by now?"

"You know Carlos; you know he wouldn't cause such a problem," Varta laughed. "With his help, I said I could settle Menard within a week and turn this checkpoint completely into my backyard. I trust you wouldn't find that surprising."

The two sat in comfortable chairs, holding chilled champagne glasses, looking relaxed.

Raoul gave a strange laugh: "Heh... Menard. A few days ago, he was still sitting in your seat."

Varta said casually: "I'm still very grateful to him. Thank him for finding me a good business partner."

Raoul took a sip of fine wine and asked again: "What was that called... oh, 'Hell Tax Collector,' Milton's guy. How come I haven't heard you mention him?"

"Just a flea jumping around. He thinks he wasn't crushed because he's strong? Wrong. It's just that both my hands are busy dealing with the enemy right in front of me."

From start to finish, Varta never took Milton seriously.

Varta was in a great mood—such a small figure couldn't even affect his mood.

Until he noticed one of his capable subordinates, whose expression changed from shock to panic, and then to fear, after hearing some news.

Almost simultaneously, the messenger from the Fan Kang Gang side showed the same change in expression.

Varta's eyes shifted. He glanced at the armed forces standing ready behind him, set down his wine glass, turned sideways, and said to that subordinate: "Paul, relax a bit. Did you see those weapons behind us? If you did, you shouldn't be showing such an expression."

"Come on, tell me exactly what's going on? Did Menard take some action?"

"Could it be that checkpoints from other areas are also eyeing this piece of cake in my hands?"

Hearing the station chief's question, the panic on Paul's face did not lessen at all. He just shook his head and said softly: "Station Chief, why don't we talk in the back?"

Varta looked into his eyes: "Is there something our friend cannot hear?"

To everyone's utter surprise, after hesitating for a moment, Paul suddenly shook his head and begged: "Station Chief... we, we should talk in the back!"

Varta glanced at Raoul, stood up, and came to the rear of the armored vehicle, asking casually: "Relax, speak. Is it another checkpoint, or did my men run into trouble?"

To be honest, he wasn't worried at all—in this town, Police Chief Pedro was his ally; the local court had long been corrupted; even local councilman Lopez had taken his benefits, and he had almost secured the congressional seat.

Overseas, he had also indirectly established ties with the Sinaloa Cartel.

Even Varta himself couldn't imagine who could still pose a threat to him.

"It, it's about Milton."

Hearing that name, Varta almost laughed helplessly, with a hint of interest in his laughter.

"Oh? So it's our 'Hell Tax Collector' Mr. Where is he? What did he do? Shouldn't he be busy collecting corpses for those stinking cops right now?"

The station chief's tone immediately carried even stronger interest, but such emotion only made Paul more fearful.

Milton was absolutely not the "flea" the station chief thought he was!

Just last night, Milton directly shattered the foundation of cooperation between the checkpoint and the Fan Kang Gang!

He dared not imagine what Varta's reaction would be upon learning this, nor what kind of conflict would erupt between the checkpoint and the Fan Kang Gang later.

But Paul couldn't speak recklessly either, because even if he didn't say anything, Varta would obtain the same intelligence from others soon enough.

Paul took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and said: "We still don't know whether that officer is alive or dead for the time being..."

"Last night, he did another thing, a big thing."

"He put on the Fan Kang Gang's clothes and launched an armed attack on the checkpoint."

"Our men and the Fan Kang Gang's men are all dead, including Carlos... that medical truck was also snatched by him!"

"He even bribed the media to promote this. Now the news of the Fan Kang Gang attacking the checkpoint is almost spreading to Ottawa..."

"Councilman Pelosi sent word, hoping we stay away from gangs like the Fan Kang Gang with such a terrible reputation, otherwise he can only reduce his support for us... because this could very likely affect his votes."

After these words were spoken, Varta's face went from excited to stunned, then from stunned to angry.

This time, the name Milton truly made him feel what it meant to lose one's mind in anger.

He actually... really got beaten up by a plate of dishes on the table?!

Varta smashed the wine glass in his hand onto Paul's face and roared with a ferocious expression: "Carlos is dead? The truck was snatched? So many guns, so many people, even rocket launchers, and he just came like that and left like that?! Is he Captain America?!"

Paul shook his head hard and said fearfully: "Sir, why don't we, we negotiate with him..."

"Negotiate?! You want me to negotiate with him?! He robbed me, robbed me!" Varta became even more furious, and subconsciously wanted to point out how powerful his forces were, "You know we have..."

Before the words behind could be spoken, Varta suddenly froze.

Immediately he realized a very terrifying thing... the Fan Kang Gang across from them probably wasn't his ally anymore.

Whether it was pressure from the councilman, pressure from public opinion, or consideration out of interests.

After the medical truck was snatched, their cooperation with the Fan Kang Gang was completely ruined!

Varta dove behind the armored vehicle and shouted hoarsely: "Everyone, prepare for battle! Don't fire first, hold the other side! This is a misunderstanding!"

Not far away, after listening to his subordinate's report, Raoul's face was grim enough to drip water.

He turned his head, looked at Varta, and questioned word by word: "Varta, are, you, playing, me?"